"Cheep..."
Seeing Chen Xuan's disbelief, Wukong sulkily grabbed hold of his trouser leg, skillfully climbed onto his shoulder in three or two moves, and placed his small, fluffy hands over his eyes.
In an instant, through the gaps between the fingers, one could see a surge of bloody light.
[Racial Skill: Earth Extension!]
As the memory fragment was being shared, Chen Xuan's view, after suddenly going dark, slowly began to brighten again.
In this hazy state, he could feel that his surroundings were no longer the dimly lit pyramid interior, but rather more like a spacious and well-lit museum.
However, the relics in the museum were not arranged neatly. On the contrary, they were scattered about as if they had been plundered.
As his vision gradually became clear, he saw standing near him, Wukong, adorned with gold and silver ornaments and completely in the style of Ailand.
